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“Akali hurry up, we have to get to class!” A man said in such a thick Russian accent that it almost sounded fake. The man was inhumanly large, standing at 7’2'' with a handsome physique that would make any man jealous, a strong jaw line that never seemed to lose its natural alluring smile. Big bushy eyebrows that highlighted his piercing blue eyes that seemed to shine in the light, and jet black hair that reached down to his shoulders. His most noticeable feature was a large scar that reached from the bottom of his jaw to the top of his collarbone on the left side of his neck. The man had an impatient look shaping his features, the reason for his expression still not being ready for a class they have to attend in 5 minutes.
“I’m coming Chech, give me a minute.” A girl said with a noticeable but not overpowering east Asian accent. The girl was short, standing at only 4’11”, but with a build that fit right in with the captain of the track team. With a lean but muscular build from running for all of her college years, her stature being almost tomboyish. She had bright blonde hair with dark blue accents that contrast well with her obsidian black eyes that seemed dulled by some past trauma.
“We’re gonna be late!” Checknovsky, or Chech, as others called him, said, sounding more impatient as time passed.
“I know Chech, I’ll be ready in a minute.”
“Okay Akali, just hurry up.”
After the two got ready, and got some food from their local Chipotle, they drove to Runeterra National College, or RNC for short.
“Hey Akali, You ready for a new day?” Akali looked over to see who addressed her.
“Hey John, how are you?”
“Good, I just want to show you guys something.” Jonathan, or John, as most of the school called him, was RNC’s local nerd, being the top kid in all the academic studies. John fit the look of a stereotypical nerd to a tee; short circle-rimmed glasses, short and skinny stature, and a loner. The only reason he is friends with Akali and Chech is because they needed help with their work and felt pity on him. The only thing about him that wasn’t nerd like were his bright amethyst eyes, caused from a nuclear meltdown in his hometown of London.
“What exactly do you want to show us?” asked Chech.
“Just what you call a little magic.” said John, sounding almost giddy while walking.
“Magic, John stop joking with us, you never talk about things you call ‘illogical processes of the world’ or whatever.”
“People change Akali. Besides you two,” he said while pointing to Akali and Chech, “are going to help me figure out if it is true.”
“And how exactly are we going to help you with that?” Czech siad with an unreadable expression.
“Just follow me.”
“So let me get this straight.” Akali said with a flabbergasted expression, “this arm is supposed to grant us three wishes?”
“That is exactly what I am saying.” John said while holding a human arm that looked and smelled like it has been rotting for years. The arm was black and yellow with half the bone showing on the left side, the hand was completely gone, looking as if it was cleanly cut off with a sharp blade.
“Okay John, I’ll humour you.” Chech said and you could see John's eyes light up like a kid at christmas. “Oh great arm of thy fair maiden, shall thou grant me thy divine wishes of riches beyond mortal belief. Chech said while acting like a character in a Shakespeare play. “Pfft, that was the dumbest thing I’ve seen all week.” Akali said while trying not to laugh.
“Come on John, you of all people should know that wont work.”
“But what if it did Akali, if it did work, we would be famous, and rich!” John said while doing a pose that came straight out of a superhero movie.
“But we know it won't John!” Akali said with an irked expression shaping her features. “Nothing like that ever works, it’s just movie fantasy.”
“Fine… hey let’s go to the forest today, we didn’t do it at all last week.” Akali, Chech, and John made it a routine to go to the local woods to let off some steam every friday, and last week, they forgot. So they are making it up today, even if the teachers didn’t like it.
“Mrs. Akali Tithi, Checknovsky Romanoff, And John Smith, stop right there!” all three turned to see who addressed them. Standing twenty feet away from the three was a S.W.A.T. team, equipped with armour and weaponry to match. “My name is Sam, and you three are under arrest for acts of extortion,” said one of the swat members in the front. The man was noticeably larger than all the others, standing at about 5,11”, his S.W.A.T. Armour covered almost his entire body, the only thing visible being his brown eyes seemingly filled with rage.
“Extortion, we didn’t do anything of what you accuse us of! John said looking confused and angry at Sam’s accusation.
"You three stole three billion of government money from the CIA, and then blackmailed them into giving them three billion more in return of viable enemy info, info you never gave.”
“Just surrender now and you won’t get the death penalty.”
“Like hell we will,” Akali said while running away towards the woods.
“Akali, wait up!” John said while running after her. “I always get tied into these two’s shenanigans,” Chech said while following his companion's admittedly terrible example.
Twenty minutes later
“Did we lose them,” asked John while trying to recover his breath from running for so long. "
Yeah I think so”
“How can you run for that long Akali,” Chech asked while giving her a tired and pained expression.
“I am the track captain,” she said while wearing a smug expression.
“So we are wanted by the government now huh.” John said with a panicked expression.
“Yeah, guess so.” Chech said with a somber tone. No one was feeling well, each and every one thinking of how they could explain this.
“I wish I could just leave and never come back.”
“Me too John, me too.”
Moments after they said those words, a glowing light came from the arm that John still had and enveloped the forest around them. “What is happening?” John said with a scared tone in his voice.” “Wish I knew John,” replied Chech. All of a sudden two tree limbs on either side of John impaled him through the chest, causing him to cough up blood and shake violently.
“John!”
“Oh my god, that’s foul!” said Akali with a face of disgust, on the edge of throwing up, little did she know it gets much worse. The tree limbs slowly started moving through John’s chest, destroying everything they came in contact with. You could clearly see the limbs moving through his chest, even through his shirt. Every second or so they would stop moving and a small lump would form in the limb and travel down its length, almost like they were eating him from the inside out. With each second that passed John’s pained screams got weaker and weaker, and the life in his eyes seemed to fade.
“John!” yelled Akali getting up and running towards the slowly dying John.
“Akali no!” yelled Chech while he grabbed her hand to stop her reckless decision. “We can not save him anymore.
“But Chech…” whatever Akali was about to say was put to an abrupt stop when they heard a loud RIP from John’s direction. Looking over, however, was the wrong decision; all that was left of him was a hollow corpse, split in two by spirits that wanted him to pay for his transgression, even if they had to manifest as trees to do it. Akali looked like she was about to throw up, while Chech just looked completely and utterly calm, almost like he knew what was happening, but under that facade was an expression of fear, total and unbridled fear. After all, only he truly knew what was happening in this twisted hellhole, he was the hell in this world.
“We need to leave Akali, now!”
“For once I’ll agree with you,” both left the forest and went to a local cabin that has been abandoned since 2034; but it seems the spirits were not done with them, the arm that has been causing all their troubles started to move on its own, following in the shadows behind them.
“So it seems the arm does grant wishes, just not in the way people would like,” said Chech with a thoughtful look on his face.
“Wow, thanks captain obvious, I totally didn’t figure that out already,” Akali siad, with a sarcastic and almost condescending tone.
“That is definitely not helping Akali, right now we need to fi… AGH.” a pained cry fell from Chech’s lips halfway through his sentence, not only a cry, but blood as well. Coughing and shaking violently, Cehch slowly stood up revealing a large hole in his abdomen. He looked to Akali with an expression of grief, pain, and sorrow, sorrow that he could not stop what he knew would happen; he could not save his friend from his own creation. Akali could only look on in horror at the ‘spectacle’ in front of her, while bowing her head quickly as a sign of respect and mourning for her late friend. As Chech stood a bright light glowed from the wound causing Chech to scream in pain once more. When the light finally faded all that was left was smoke, and that blasted arm that caused all these problems.
The only difference being that the arm now had a hand, not a rotting hand, a fully healed hand that held no blemishes on its perfect skin. Suddenly the arm started writhing, the black and yellow skin pulling and twisting in impossible ways, almost as if the arm was trying to escape an unseen force. As the arm writhed it started to change, black flesh slowly turned into flawless, pearly white skin, yellow and brittle bone snapping and shifting into bleached white bone that looked like it hadn’t aged a day.
The most shocking thing, however, is that tendrils of rotting flesh spewed out from the hand slowly creating new flesh from its hellish confines. What used to be a rancid and rotting arm, was now a perfect and flawless female human, with a voluptuous body that would even make a model go green in envy. A beautiful white dress that clung tightly to her perfect frame that only seemed to accent the beautiful frame this woman held; the only thing being, she was not human at all.
The only part of her that was not flawless was her head, her head looked like it was rotting from the inside out, the left half of it missing showing a blue and yellow skull with a large crack down the side. Her flesh was black and bubbly, smelling of rotting flesh and maggots. Speaking of which, her entire face had maggots crawling all over it, pale white in colour and over a centimetre in length, they moved all over eating whatever was left. Her hair was falling out, but whatever was left was matting and a hideous green in colour, pairing terribly with her hollow, half rotten, pink eyes.
Her head was her only flaw, the only piece of hell enclosed in heaven. “Your friend was a traitor,” the woman said with a voice that sounded as if it hadn’t been used in years, hollow and empty, yet full of hate and envy.
“Wh-who are you,” Akli asked while obviously scared out of her mind.
“I am what you humans call Azeroth, and you, Akali Tithi, have committed many transgressions that must be paid for.”
“What?”
“You shall now, from this point forward, be immortal, and permanently haunted by everyone you have harmed or damaged while on your journey.”
“Wait, what!” Akali said with a confused yet scared expression.
“You very well heard what I said, I am no longer needed here, have fun in your cursed existence.” Azeroth said while turning and walking out of the cabin.
“Wait, what did you mean by my friend was a liar?”
Azeroth turned and looked at Akali, “Let’s just say he and I go farther back than you think,” she said and turned around once again.
“Wait, please don’t leave, I’l do anything please just stay,” but Azeroth did not care, she just kept on walking until she could be seen no more.
“NO!” Akali screamed one last time, but it was futile, she was permanently lost in a world that was not hers to own, nor inhabit, or at least do so with a sane mind. Meanwhile Azeroth is sitting on a throne made from the dead that came before her, far before her, wearing an expression that could almost be described as happy, if the fact that her face was rotting from the inside wasn’t present. The reason for this change in expression being that she finally escaped that prison she was confined to all those years ago.
She may not of gotten her beuty that she once held before the fight back after being released, but she did escape. Although that was one reason she was happy, it was not the main one, no, the main reason she is happy is because she finally got revenge on her brother after what he did to her. Her brother, the man that tryed to stop the damnation that awaits the world, but he was foolish, nothing can escape death, welcome to damnation Earth, and goodbye at last, Checknovsky.